I met a lot of people in college.
There was Frog, the guy who sold hand-illustrated joke books outside the campus bookstore. There was the leader of the college republicans who sat through most of our Political Science classes bragging about how he’d be on a houseboat rather than writing his term paper. There was the drama crowd, the geeky math crowd, the coffee-shop squatters who never seemed to go to class. It was an eclectic mix.
Then there was J. We worked together my sophomore year when I started as an RA 1 in the residence halls.
He was incredibly smart, even more liberal than me, and infuriatingly vocal about his views on politics and the world in general. He was the kind of guy who argued against everything and absolutely drove me insane.
At one point, he even started a political discussion forum … on my computer. I came back to my room after a long weekend to discover that he’d been chatting with several of my residents though a text file on the hard drive of my computer.
Inventive, I admit, but it really ticked me off at the time.
Let’s just get one thing clear: I didn’t like J, I didn’t understand him, and I thought he was just in my life to give me a hard time.
I was wrong. [Read more…]
- Resident Assistant ↩